if the shelves of hell are lined
with all the books
that should have been written
please know
there’s a big gaudy ass pink satiny lace volume
of poetry i didn’t write about you
sitting quietly in the
damn, but didn’t we have fun
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Tag: Laughter
if i could have anything back
any part of his essence
i would want
his laugh
as life without it has been
no life at all
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no elegy
no elegy
for me, please
i plan to die
with laugh lines
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house of mirth
the first time
i heard him laugh
i knew
that was the laugh
i wanted to hear
for the rest of my life
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the joy of…
when we’re apart
what i miss the most
is the way our laughter
came together
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because of the way he makes me laugh
it’s sunday
and i love you
atop a Tibetan mountain
peaking through
a perfect cloud
i will take high tea
with the dalai lama
the platters
pots
and cups
brought to us
upon the backs
of meticulously trained
boston terriers
billy goats
and bull frogs
who
when given honey
wag away happily
his holiness will tell me a bad joke
as he pours
“Why is the Christian heaven paved with gold, but covered in newspaper?
Angel poop.”
to which i counter
“How do you make the universe laugh?
Tell it your plans…”
we giggle into our tea cups
when i was 15
i had my belly button pierced
my cool ass mom
took me and my best friend renee
to permanent productions
a tattoo and piercing shop
owned by
the da vinci of body modification
in cincinnati
down on hamilton avenue
northside
the little rainbow flag bedecked
neighborhood
where my brother
would die of aids
three years later
my mom signed for me to get the piercing
she watched with delight
as mike pinched with triangular forceps
then shoved the needle through my skin
but my mom is where i get my wild
this was long before the aerosmith video
with alicia silverstone getting pierced
in a grunge plaid shirt
with her long white girl hair
that spawned a million
middle class girls to emulate her
i found this little boutique downtown
on race street
after i started to drive
called
a little shop of kinks
it was a gay clothing
sexual fetish
and art deco antique store
with the best selection
of body jewelry in town
sometimes renee and i
would take mom with us
when we went shopping there
we would peruse
the sex toy
side of the store
cages
enemas
cuffs
clamps
ball gags
a trapeze
sex swings
leather daddy
and bondage apparel
paddles
whips
and the biggest selection
of dildos you’ve ever seen
one day
my mom held up
a giant natural skin dong
approximately three feet long
and ten inches in diameter
at eye level
and queried loudly
in her southern kentucky accent
“Well, what in the hell do you need a root that big for?”
we died laughing
and i had never loved her more
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glamour gal
i have the legs
of an angry ballerina
battleship hips
and stevedore arms
i laugh too loudly
but often cover my mouth
to hold the ecstasy inside me
i punched your uncle who was in the navy
at your christmas party
i spike my orange juice
with bourbon and honey
i’ve been known
to leave the house
wearing two different pumps
perhaps only one eye
of makeup done
vertigo
makes it so
i sometimes get dizzy when i’m driving
or wearing heels
and fall down
let us hope it’s a day
i have no panties on
i’m a poet
so i sit around
in the orange gloam
of after dinner evening
with other writers
coffee mugs in hand
discussing why it is
we haven’t slept
in years
and what it means when your piss smells
like a fresh roasted tanzanian nigerian blend
i can’t be anywhere on time
there exists a curve in my very existence
but i’m from the south
i do everything slowly
and with great deliberation
i masturbated in the tub once
and nearly drowned
such the glamour gal
daddy is
a little girl’s
word for god
no matter the fabric
of the man
worshiped
mine died when i was
6 years
4 months
and 13 days along
my voice was carved that day
in front of my mother
screaming death
on bent hallway knees
i have to tell you, folks
having his statue toppled
became my spine
it made the hell of everyday living
somehow less of an intolerable disaster
all i know is
it is 42 degrees
it is October 26th
i am still alive
my sons thrive
and there is nothing more beautiful
than a child at play